Anonymous Beauty

With coercion and hustle, I entered the class.

As I crouched, I watched the session.

There were tea break, lunch break 

I never noticed you.

There were rumors and talks,

I never noticed you.

There were selfies and honey fest,

I never noticed you.

I never noticed you and I meant it.

I never noticed you, 

when you sat next to me in the class.

I never noticed you, when both of us 

collided while driving a bicycle.

I never noticed you, 

When you crossed my eye line on various locations.

But I did notice those the black hole and simplicity

On your forehead that apprehended my orifices.

I did notice those few strands of hair 

That you pushed behind your ears as a sign of shyness.

I did notice your innocents while using books

While sleeping and starting like an infant having sour medicine at it.

I did notice your fragrance, and enthusiasm while hearing my voice.

I did notice your childish, as Neo in a world of the synthetic matrix.

I did, I did

I did notice those doors, for your entry.

I did notice you pretend of ignoring my glances.

I did notice the purdah which you wore to cover your happiness.

I did notice your voice modulation, while you spoke to me.

I did, I did.

I did discover the possessiveness and negative side of me.

I did discover the sense of worthiness in me.

I did discover the good qualities in me when you appreciated me.

I did like you each and everything about you.

I did realize the guardian in me, to protect you as my better half.

I did and will keep doing.

With age and appearance losing its significance between us.

I am not a poet, not an artist.

I am a pretty ordinary person, in the crowd

who described a poem through my eyes.

I wished the poem lives as a synonym of my life.

I just own the words of an anonymous poem by being lost in the memory of perception.

The word still belongs to me, though the poem belongs to someone else.

With my words pacifying me every moment.

Not sure why some words never evolve as part of the poem.